Complaints,
complaints, complaints
I
really enjoy going to Mr. Wright’s arena for team
penning and sorting with my friends and family.
I believe that Mrs. Males’ complaints are no longer
valid. Mr. Wright has either fixed what she complained
about, or her complaints were false.
She
complained about the dust, so Mr. Wright takes his
water truck and waters down the whole arena. That
makes the dust no longer a problem.
She
complains about the lights, which makes no sense
to me. I have a neighbor across the street and they
have a light that’s on all night long. It goes right
to my window and I don’t even notice it. It’s crazy
for her to complain about that because she lives
half a mile from the arena, and the arena lights
are facing down anyways.
She
says there are over 100 people at the arena, which
is completely false because its impossible to fit
that many trucks and trailers there.
I
believe Mrs. Males should’ve come down and told
Mr. Wright her complaints instead of making such
a big deal out of it. But here’s what I don’t get.
When Mrs. Males was buying her house and saw horses
around and she knew she didn’t like them, why would
she move there anyway?
